paroles de chanson We Uh Shoot - Polo G

Mm, mm, mm
Mm-mm, mm-mm
Uh

We got the guns, we'll shoot
No, I ain't worried 'bout what he'll do
Inside this Louis book bag, all you see is blue
I just stuck to the plan, had to see it through
And I ran up them bands, you could see the proof
Penthouse on the top floor, you should see the view
If I walk in the strip club, bunch of bad bitches
I might need me like three or two

I pop the pill, it's ready to drop
Lil' bro wanna kill, he ready for opps
Aimin' with skills, spaghetti his top
How you a stepper? You steady gettin' shot
We sellin' rocks and blows, I got control
Start trappin' and married the block
Before we was rockin' shows, was cockin' poles
In the cut with the heaviest Glock
This shit No Auto, but I fuck with Polo
But I cannot charge him 'cause he one of mine (go)
I had a Drac' that shoot like one of my switches
They comin' out two at a time (man, what?)
They don't got homes for us
They knock on the door like Jehovah Witness
This not a surprise
Dead opps, got YouTube's funniest moments
I do like 'em better alive
Better believe, just don't believe the memes
They judgin' me off my eyes
Better believe the feds gon' use them
Clubhouse clips all in your trial
I know you a killer from back in the day
But you ain't catch one in a while
I'm so player, told 'em don't backdoor
You whenever your family around
They'll FaceTime you just to verify
They be killin' niggas for that bag (come here)
I say certain shit around certain niggas
'Cause I know you gon' go back and say it (come here)
I know you would tell on me
You would tell everything your daddy did to your mama
I know a real killer sip promethazine
Live a few blocks from Obama (frrt)
So you a bear? Just imagine what a ten millimeter'll do to a goat
You know I'm a street nigga
'Cause one of my old managers was sellin' dope
And I learned from the robbers, bitch, it's
Summertime, why you got on a coat?
And he a cool nigga
I seen what happened to PnB
Nigga, the GOAT, yeah

We got the guns, we'll shoot
No, I ain't worried 'bout what he'll do
Inside this Louis book bag, all you see is blue
I just stuck to the plan, had to see it through
And I ran up them bands, you could see the proof
Penthouse on the top floor, you should see the view
If I walk in the strip club, bunch of bad bitches
I might need me like three or two

Gone off a Perc', how the murderers sleep at night
Tell me turn up the streets, I might
My killer told me been steppin' on shit for so long
That it startin' to increase my height
Creepin' down they block, you won't see no lights
Glock go bah, I need your life
Hop out and get 'em, we scream, "Go twice, "
Lil' Chrome sippin' on lean, no ice, uh
Ran up them M&M's and I hang with nothin'
But some millionaires and some murderers
Catch him, we killin' him, you just in the way
Pussy nigga, we ain't never heard of ya
I might boot up off a pill when I'm turnin' up
Bitch, you fuck with the opps, you ain't hurtin' us
Try to rob me, I'm catchin' a murder one
Bullets hot like Usher, he burnin' up

We got the guns, we'll shoot
No, I ain't worried 'bout what he'll do
Inside this Louis book bag, all you see is blue
I just stuck to the plan, had to see it through
And I ran up them bands, you could see the proof
Penthouse on the top floor, you should see the view
If I walk in the strip club, bunch of bad bitches
I might need me like three or two